Trim The Circle

Cut them motherfuckers off, mane

Cut all that bullshit, stress

Cut that shit, get rid of that shit

And light some weed

And pour a drank, mane

We gon' start celebratin' there, mane (DJ Scream)

Fuck the bullshit, mane (pump me up)

You can love a nigga, but don't let him fuck up your shit

How the fuck you talkin' down, but you was just on my dick? (Huh)

I don't know why these fuckin' niggas think they so fuckin' slick

You can put a nigga on, but they quick to forget

I been out here smokin' strong, I done cut off my phone

My nigga started movin' wrong, I had to leave him alone

I thought we had an understandin', what the fuck is you on?

Mane, they done swapped my nigga out, I think this nigga a clone

I had to cut the dead weight, huh

Cut some niggas off and get my fuckin' head straight, uh

Keep the grass cut so I can see the fuckin' snakes

If it's fuck you, then it's fuck you, I'll say it to your face

Nigga, I ain't givin' grace (givin' grace)

Trim the circle, everybody can't stay

Had to separate the love from the dead weight (get 'em out)

Lotta fake smiles tryna eat off my plate (they fake)

Cut the dead weight, that's when I elevate

Trim the circle, everybody can't stay

Had to separate the love from the dead weight (get 'em out)

Lotta fake smiles tryna eat off my plate (they fake)

Cut the dead weight, that's when I elevate (ay, pump me up)

Keep your bad karma far away from me, brodie (bitch)

I don't fuck with none of you suckers, middle finger emoji

Ridin' dolo in my low-low with my toaster and my chauffeur

You can't tell who you can trust and that's why I'm never sober

Gotta keep an eye on 'em 'cause niggas colors be changin' (bitch)

Niggas really ain't eatin', you never know how they bangin'

Mane, these streets are cutthroat and ain't nothin' nice about it

Niggas cross up they own homies and they won't think twice about it

And that's why I keep my distance and keep niggas out my bidness (yeah)

They act like they cheerin' for you, really want you back in the trenches (yeah)

Rule number one, not matter what, stay on the grind (yeah)

And to make it to the top, you might have to leave some niggas behind (yeah, ho)

Trim the circle, everybody can't stay

Had to separate the love from the dead weight (get 'em out)

Lotta fake smiles tryna eat off my plate (they fake)

Cut the dead weight, that's when I elevate

Trim the circle, everybody can't stay

Had to separate the love from the dead weight (get 'em out)

Lotta fake smiles tryna eat off my plate (they fake)

Cut the dead weight, that's when I elevate